"Bye, Ellen. Take care!" The young woman shouted to her friend, waving as the car drove off with a rev of its engine. She was glad she'd managed to catch a ride since her car was still in the shop. Always something to worry about every day, it seemed.

The woman - named Samantha - took little time pulling out the appropriate key and turning the lock, a near-monotonous action she could practically do in her sleep. Stepping into the simple suburban home, her body turned towards the door as she pushed it shut - and was spun back around by sudden, strong hands.

Or paws, rather - black-furred paws with stub-like spikes, along blue arms and a yellow torso - and to the rather determined look of a Lucario.

Samantha was not surprised. She could sneak into the house like the world's greatest thief and her Lucario Bleu would find her instantly. So could her Glaceon, Fraust. Bleu was an impressive Lucario, standing at near 5 feet tall but bearing the strength of a taller human, quite a possible specimen for combat - which he didn't care for, a fact Samantha was fine with. He was more of a pet of sorts, albeit a humanlike and intelligent one. So sudden appearances were indeed not surprising. 

What did surprise her was Bleu's sudden lift of her body, pinning it against the closed door and determinedly spreading her legs. That was when she noticed he wasn't wearing his trademark blue shorts - and instead wore a rather prominently pulsing shaft of pink flesh. It was canine-like in appearance by shape and knot, not quite as long as the typical human male's but making up for it in extra girth.

Samantha merely sighed.

Bleu... he wasn't always like this. Sometimes he was just meeting her with an affectionate hug or a sneaky lick to her cheek, and most often a sly tease in hopes of getting her into -that- mood. Rarely was he so direct and insisting. If it weren't for the fact that Samantha trusted Bleu with her life, she'd be quite afraid of this behaviour. 

"Hey, cut it out. This isn't exactly comfortable, you know." Samantha lightly smacked his cheek, a common action of hers to discipline him, and it usually worked... but not now. Bleu shook his head and gritted his teeth, trying hard to keep her airborne with one arm as the other fumbled between her legs, trying to pull down the simple cloth panties hidden underneath her modest skirt.

Samantha realized that this could be problematic for her. She wasn't strong, and couldn't really stand up to Bleu - only the male's sense of obedience and discipline helped her keep him in line, but apparently that wasn't going to be something she could count on right now. And while the idea of what he was trying to get to wasn't scary to her, she couldn't imagine that being pounded into the doorway was a comfortable pastime. 

Frustrated with his lack of success - perhaps not quite realizing it was near impossible to remove the garment with her legs spread like this - Bleu opted instead to rake it with his clawtips and shred the garment, getting a bit overzealous and scratching her skin as well. Samantha had barely let out a gasp of surprised pain before he grunted and shoved his body forward, his pink cocktip jamming into her skin in desperate search. Two more needy prods followed before he could find the spot he was looking for, immediately capitalizing on it and thrusting the pulsating rod into her folds.

Another gasp passed her lips, mingling with the satisfied sigh of her Lucario and the wet squelch as his rod sunk into her body. The spear easily buried all but the knot into her and only paused for the slightest second before he began to thrust, his body trembling with the exertion necessary to keep her in place and take advantage of it at the same time.

Finding it hard to focus with the Lucario's needy cock pistoning into her, Samantha tried another cheek slap, a bit harder this time. "Come on, Bleu! This isn't the time, you little brat!"

Bleu was hardly little - he could have easily smacked her back and with more force. But she'd taken good care of him in the past and disciplined him well enough - something that was clearly wrestling with his current desire. A shake of his head denied her request, but it was accompanied with an apologetic whine and pleading look. Almost as if he were asking for forgiveness.

Samantha was about to try something more forceful - her back was beginning to ache - when the doorbell rang.

Thankfully she managed to keep her first thought - a rather strong expletive - internal rather than verbal. Bleu paused in his thrusting, surprised by the sound and well knowing what it meant - but determinedly resumed his piston-like motions. Even an angry glare from Samantha did not deter him.

Hoping to every known god in the universe that those thrusts into the door weren't noticeable on the other side, Samantha tried to speak. "Yes...?" Not bad, considering what this damn male was doing to her. Barely a shudder in her voice, and no stuttering either.

The voice of her earlier lift home responded. "Hey, Sammy! You left your purse in the car and I figured you'd need it."

"Ah, thank you!" Inwardly she fumed. No doubt Ellen would expect her to open the door - she'd have to think fast. 

"Can you just set it there on the porch? Bleu, er, knocked over a vase by the door and still need to finish cleaning it up, sorry." Voice still steady, thankfully, but the excuse felt weak. Again, hard to think with a horny Lucario violating your body.

"Uh... alright." The voice outside sounded a bit bemused, but seemed to comply without query. "Hope you didn't make too big a mess there. See you tomorrow."

"Thanks again!" Samantha called out, waiting with a grimace until she heard the car drive away - difficult, as it was nearly drowned out by her panting Lucario.

Relief from that potential chaos quickly turned to anger, Samantha giving Bleu one last warning glare. He seemed intimidated by her, ears flattening, but he still wouldn't lower her down. That lust of his must have been quite crippling. 

But she wasn't going to let him pound her into the door like a nail into wood. Summoning all the strength she could, her hand went for the most vindictive slap she could muster to his cheek.

It worked - to both's detriment. With a yelp of pain, his paws released her - which sent Samantha falling to the carpet below, nearly bumping her head on the doorknob. "Damn!" Quickly standing up before her male pet could try to resume, finding him already glancing back at her, Samantha grabbed the nearest object - an umbrella, hanging by the door, now being brandished like a sword. "You little... get! I said GET!" Samantha made quite an impressive swing of the umbrella as if it were indeed a medieval weapon, watching him duck just in time and retreat with a whimper.

She kept the umbrella aloft until she was certain he wasn't going to rebound her way again, before turning to the door. Despite now being without proper undergarment, her moderate skirt ought to hide that long enough to snatch her purse from the porch, which she did with a swift grab and a furtive look around. Thankfully there wasn't anyone around as it was, not even a vehicle driving by.

With a click the door shut, the woman turning to walk through the living room to the kitchen, umbrella still held aloft and alert until she found her switch. It was a simple but effective tool, a light instrument with a pain-inducing end she could slap against either of her pokemon when they were being troublesome. It was rare when she had to use it, but seemingly now was one of those times.

Bleu was nowhere to be seen, though. Still keeping her gaze wary, Samantha pressed the button on her home phone, the new message indicator pulsing with a glowing number 3.

The first was some worthless message from an overly eager telemarketer, his falsely enthusiastic voice silenced by a press of her finger. The second was a message from another friend wanting to talk about weekend plans. Samantha made a mental note to return that call as the third started to play.

The contents of the third message were lost to Samantha as her front was suddenly pushed down against the counter, her back held by strong paws as a familiar warmth poked in between her legs. Bleu again! And her arms were nearly useless with her torso held down like this.

The insisting flesh found her opening and dove in once again with a wet shlick, the male going right back to thrusting as if he had never paused to begin with.

Samantha didn't care that this position was a hundred times more comfortable than the door had been - she was angered and wanted to put him in his place. Having been surprised and pinned from behind, she merely took a moment that felt like an eternity to get her strength back as Bleu rigorously fucked her from behind, throbbing pink cock spearing into her warm womanhood again and again. Her body was already reacting positively to it, squeezing the canine shaft with each entry and lathering it in slippery female fluids.

She could hear him panting and sighing pleasantly, perhaps glad her body was receptive if she herself wasn't. That was when she struck, suddenly shoving back with her entire body just as he was drawing back for another thrust. It worked - barely, the Lucario stumbling back but immediately jerking forward to try and pin her again. 

A scythe-like swing of her switch-bearing arm stopped him, slapping his chest and making him retreat much like before with a pained yelp. He didn't run out of the room though, staring at her with a strange mixture of hurt and lust. He must have been close to a payoff.

Well, too bad, she thought to herself angrily as she stalked into her room and slammed the door shut, quickly locking the mechanism. Almost immediately she heard his paw attempting to open it from the other side, shaking it in frustration before going silent. 

"Finally." Samantha turned around with a sigh, noting the presence of Fraust on her bed.

The Glaceon was watching her with a welcoming smile - and what was certainly an amused look. No doubt he was well aware of what had been going on just moments before. Samantha couldn't help chuckling at his expression, walking over to pet him in between his ears. "Heard it too, huh? I hope he didn't give you a rough time. That Lucario is insatiable today..." She wouldn't have been surprised at this point to learn of Bleu trying to bone his companion, but no doubt the smaller Glaceon wouldn't be looking so cheery if he'd taken something like that up his rear end.

The blue eon purred warmly with those pets, although his muzzle seemed to zero in on her skirt inquisitively, sniffing the fabric. Samantha sighed and lifted the skirt, showing her slightly-dripping entrance to him. "Yeah, he wasn't being very gentle... I'm not surprised you can smell it." She didn't care about showing this to Fraust, as the eon was much less likely to try anything forceful with her. And besides, his tongue felt nice - which he supplied a moment after her skirt was lifted, brushing his wet muscle over the female's moistened womanhood with a wag of his tail. "Glay."

"To be honest... I kinda liked what he did," she admitted, sitting down on the edge of the bed with her legs lightly spread - the Glaceon merely adapted his pose to keep on lapping between her legs, with ears perked to show he was listening. "Just having him take me like that... I don't know. It's a bit maddening to lose control of him, but at the same time it's interesting how assertive he can be when he wants to... I... I just don't know," she finished lamely, with a faint murmur of appreciation as the warm feral tongue swiped across her clit.

Fraust lifted his head, making a show of licking his lips clean and nodding. "Glaceon."

"He was really close, too," she mused, scritching under his chin. "Mmh... do you think I should... well, let him?" Her voice wasn't teasing at all - Samantha looked to him with genuine curiosity. She knew her pokemon were intelligent and had their own thoughts and opinions, after all.

Fraust took a moment to consider - perhaps he was balancing the premise of watching that show or trying to have her all to himself. Maybe he felt selfless, maybe he was remembering Bleu's earlier pain. Either way, his answer was a simple nod to the doorway. "Ceon."

"Really?... hmmh. If you say so," Samantha said dubiously. She really did want him to continue, but feared losing her discipline over the Lucario. 'Oh well,' she figured in her head, nonchalantly discarding her lower elements of clothing while walking towards the doorway. 'I've disciplined him well enough in the past; surely it won't all go out the window in one day.'

She knew he'd likely be sulking nearby and would hear the door open, so she cautiously opened the door a crack and poked her head out. Part of her, knowing how close he'd been, wouldn't have been surprised if she'd seen a white splash on the wall near her door from the frustrated pokemon.

But no, Bleu was still there, loitering by the kitchen counter with a nervous pace. The moment her head poked out his own turned to stare at her, his body rigid with tension freezing in place.

For a long moment the pair just gazed at each other, Samantha wondering if he'd lose control again and rush at her. But Bleu was motionless. Perhaps even afraid; afraid of making her withhold herself to him permanently. That was a scary thought to him if there ever was one. 

But no - she smiled, nodded, and slipped back into her room.

Samantha knew that with that approval she'd barely have a second before he'd be in the room, so she made the most of it, hopping onto her bed and adopting a favored pose of hers - the one commonly associated with female ferals, rear end raised high with her front against the bed, as if ready for a similarly-sized feral to mount her from behind. A few feet away Fraust sat on the bedspread, watching her with a cute grin.

The door swung, a faint creak indicating such as her head turned. It was difficult to look comfortably behind her in this position, but it was worth the incredulous look she saw on his face - no doubt Bleu hadn't expected her to pull such a one-eighty in attitude like that. Another second later and he was behind her - standing by the bed's edge, her perch on the furniture allowing his hardened cock to line up with her opening easily. She could already feel the tip poking at her folds, knowing it was only a small thrust away from being inside her again.

But he hesitated. Neither moved for several seconds, the only sound she could hear being her heart hammering in her chest.

She'd just started to turn her head to figure out what he was waiting for when his paws found their way under her, gently gripping and fondling her breasts.

Samantha gasped faintly, not expecting this. It wasn't uncommon for her Lucario to touch them; he had an adorable fixation with them sometimes, getting both of them in the mood by playing with the pair many times before. It was his doing so now that surprised her, knowing just how eager he was to finish himself. 

It showed that he really still had loyalty and respect for her. Bleu was thinking about her own happiness again.

Although, granted, with the pose she was in it was likely the spikes on the back of his paws would tear at the bedspread. Giggling, her hand slipped below to gently grab his paw, giving it a squeeze. "It's okay," she murmured, knowing he could hear. "Enjoy yourself, you silly boy."

Another pause, the Lucario considering her words.

Then came the thrust she was waiting for. Blue, fuzzy balls slapped her rear as he hilted in one go, even sinking the bulbous knot into her womanhood with that single impalement. A louder gasp passed her lips this time, that invading cock proving he was still really close to release.

As his paws slipped out from under her to gently hook to each leg to hold her in place, Fraust made his own move, nonchalantly padding over to her head to settle down on his haunches - easily scooted forward enough to drape his own blue-colored sac on her nose. All at once her air supply was tinged - no, laden - with male musk, a shuddering breath leaving her lips as she glanced up at him. His gaze was smug, silly perhaps, tail wagging behind himself.

That was Fraust all right, she figured with an inward giggle. He was more playful than horny a lot of the time. The eon wasn't even erect - he was just happy to drape those balls on her nose as he watched Bleu hump away, knowing his scent would be the only thing she could smell for the rest of this little session. Perhaps that was his way of feeling superior and dominant. 

Samantha wasn't going to complain - she had a wildly rutting Lucario to think about. With his knot swollen inside of her and his need to release thundering in his mind, he'd resorted to small, brutal, jackhammering thrusts, spearing as far into her dripping pussy as physics would allow. Knowing he was likely going to beat her in that race to the figurative mountaintop, Samantha closed her eyes with a shuddering moan and let her mind sink into the sensations around her.

There were plenty to take in and enjoy. The shaking of her body as his crotch slammed against hers again and again, pink cock spreading her tunnel wider each time and throbbing erratically; his paws holding her in place lest his invading thrusts shoved her forward along the bed; her abused womanhood gripping and lubricating him by instinct, slick and warm fluids smearing along the male tool, causing both increased ecstasy; and, of course, those lovely chilled eon orbs hanging on her nose, filling her sense of scent and giving the Glaceon something to smirk about.

The Lucario, in his element now that she was no longer resisting his advances, was trying to draw out the inevitable conclusion as long as possible even while wildly humping her exposed rear end. Loud pants of enjoyment passed his lips, body shaking independently of the rough impalements of shaft into womanhood. As much as he tried his best to focus on holding himself back mentally, Bleu realized that it simply wasn't going to happen - he needed release, and now.

With that he grunted and held her as tightly as his grip allowed, thrusting forward one last time in hopes of burying himself as far into her body as humanly possible -  his knot grinding against warm inner flesh as his sac slapped her bare skin one last time. The smacking sound was a symbol of his inner dam bursting, as the sound had barely faded from their ears before the first spurt of thick, creamy seed fired past her cervix, splashing against an inner wall.

Thankfully this was enough to send Samantha along the same avenue of pleasure, the human female shuddering and letting out a pleased moan as her slit clamped down on his impaling cock, gritting her teeth with each wave of her own fluids attempting to squirt free around the throbbing pokemon shaft. But it was not to be - the knot had sealed her opening tight, and the fluids merely swished and squirted all around the tool, bathing it in warmth and a sweet scent that managed to leak out past the tie to the air around them. Fraust seemed to notice this first, grinning and lifting his head with a pleased sniff. Not that Samantha could tell, since the eon's nuts were the only thing she could inhale at the moment.

All the while, Bleu's release kept on, the previously-horny Lucario's need ensuring he had a lot to sew inside her. She could almost visualize his previous agony as his orbs being full to bursting with sticky sperm, since it seemed to flow into her in a non-stop pumping of the pulsing shaft. Throb, throb, throbs accompanied with spurt, spurt, spurts of more cum painting her inner walls white while all she could do was breathe in male scents and groan in bliss. It -was- rather enjoyable...

But all things had to come to an end, and this was no exception. Thanks to the Lucario's pent-up and teased nature, the entire session in the bedroom had lasted barely a minute. 

Samantha managed to raise her head a little to glance back at Bleu, the Glaceon's orbs sliding off her nose as she observed the Lucario panting for air and grinning in bliss, the feel of wet ropes pumping into her showing his expression to still be of mid-orgasm. Her head turned back to Fraust, who was giggling, flexing his pawdigits at her with a wink that seemed to say, 'That was fun to watch.'

After he was sure the last of his spunk had fired into her body, his orbs feeling barely half their prior weight, the Lucario carefully lifted her front end and hopped onto the bed. It was a tricky move but he pulled it off flawlessly. Samantha felt the last of her breath of air leave her in one gasp at the soft impact of the bedspread, the pokemon male wiggling the pair up until their heads rested on the pillows, pushing his muzzle along her neck with a pleased murmur as his eyes closed. No doubt to nap off his afterglow, she thought with a quiet chuckle.

"He's really a handful sometimes," she murmured to Fraust, who merely smirked and sat on the pillow next to her head. "Glay." A hindpaw pressed its pink pads insistingly against her lips.

"... then again, so are you," she muttered with a small smile, starting to kiss and lap at the pink paw-pads as the Glaceon wiggled in delight.

Both her males were silly creatures, she knew, gazing up at her smug-looking Eon and back at the snoozing and smiling Lucario behind her, his knotted cock still throbbing inside of her body. Quite silly indeed.

And she loved them for it.